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Fat snowflakes descended from the overcast sky, falling on the slanted roof of a house with yellow aluminum siding. It was chilly but crisp, as afternoon gave way to an early evening.
Anna turned her face up to the sky. She stuck out her tongue, a single snowflake landing on it and melting in an instant. “This should be fun,” she said. “We don't really have a holiday quite like this back home.”
Jack stood at her side with hands shoved into the pockets of his thick black coat, keeping his head down. “I'm glad you're looking forward to it,” he muttered. “Blatant consumerism and awkward conversation awaits!”
Cocking her head to one side, Anna studied him with pursed lips. “Seriously?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “We're not even in the front door, and you're already starting with the
